Friday, May 11, 2007

The Vale of Avoca

After we stopped at the Avoca handweavers, we made a very quick "off the bus" stop at the place where Thomas Moore used to write. There is a tree and a nice statue honoring the place and the poem (below). As with every other stop we made, I snapped a kajillion pictures of water. I must be part fish. And it is so fitting that the poem praises friendship. It didn't take long to get to know my fellow quilters well enough that I STILL miss them! Thank goodness...they write and call!

The Meeting of the Waters

Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.

Yet it was not that nature had shed o’er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
’Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no—it was something more exquisite still.

’Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.

Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

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